Back when I flew paragliders, I would stand on a cliff with the wing laid on the ground, shuffling my emotions around. A little fear? Of course. But also many other feelings, like courage, confidence, exhilaration, anticipation. In the milliseconds before launch, I’d hold them all up to the light and push fear where it belonged, to the way back of the line. Then I’d inflate the wing, run toward the edge, and take flight. People think I’m against fear. I’m not. I’m just pro-bravery.